4 nov. 2007

Tres de Harlem (mujer, hombre, niños)



3 comentarios:

Rex dijo...

Para los que se pueden llevar una impresion equivocada de las fotos que muesta RG Harlem es hoy por hoy un barrio mas diverso. Ya no es el barrio "de los negros" curiosidad de los turistas que visitan las iglesias los dias domingos o les sacan fotos como si fueran personajes de otro planeta.

Los precios estratosfericos de los alquileres han conseguido que Harlem se vaya "gentryfying" como dicen aqui lo que denota la presencia en aumento de los "anglos" y estudiantes de Columbia University.

Tuvo su epoca de esplendor (para los que les interesa hay un libro interesantisimo "When Harlem was in Vogue").

"El turista ve lo que ve no desde un pro-yecto existencial que incluya lo visto como pro-yecto,sino desde una exterioridad inerte. Su mirada se desliza por las cosas, sin incluirlas jamas en su vida. Ve paisajes. Por eso su mirada es una mirada conducida,dirigida,focalizada por otros." (Juan Pablo Feinmann, "La sombra de Heidegger")


Para los que vivimos en Harlem, Harlem hoy por hoy representa mucho mas que las fotos de un turista, significa el olvido.... y de repente el "descubrimiento" por los "real estate developers" que han creado esto que es hoy...La bastardizacion en que NYC la convirtio inundandonos de clinicas de metadona para adictos (que no son aceptadas en otros vecindarios) Y la complicidad en la destruccion de Harlem por Columbia University.

beto dijo...

a mi todo ese pasado newyorker me recuerda a uno de mis temas preferidos de Lou Reed, el gran vocalista de The Velvet Underground, llamado Dirty Boulevard. Aquí van las letras (disculpen por la longitud):

Pedro lives out of the wilshire hotel
He looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
His father beats him cause hes too tired to beg

Hes got 9 brothers and sisters
Theyre brought up on their knees
Its hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
But thats a slim chance hes going to the boulevard

Hes going to end up, on the dirty boulevard
Hes going out, to the dirty boulevard
Hes going down, to the dirty boulevard

This room cost 2,000 dollars a month
You can believe it man its true
Somewhere a landlords laughing till he wets his pants
No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor Ill piss on em
Thats what the statue of bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, lets club em to death
And get it over with and just dump em on the boulevard

Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard
Going out, to the dirty boulevard
Hes going down, on the dirty boulevard
Going out

Outside its a bright night
Theres an opera at lincoln center
Movie stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets

A small kid stands by the lincoln tunnel
Hes selling plastic roses for a buck
The traffics backed up to 39th street
The tv whores are calling the cops out for a suck

And back at the wilshire, pedro sits there dreaming
Hes found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling
At the count of 3 he says, I hope I can disappear

And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard

I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly-fly away (fly a-)
Fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...)
Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away)
Fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)

rg dijo...

grande lou reed!